Money Heist (La casa de papel)

Palermo,

this is a war.

Act accordingly.

Denver!

Fire!

Everything can to go hell in less than a second.

In moments like this, you feel death creeping in,

and you know nothing will ever be the same.

But you need to do whatever it takes to survive.

Nairobi, hold on!

Hang in there.

Hang in there, Nairobi.

- It's gonna be okay. - Come on!

Come on!

Everyone has a sniper aiming at their heart.

Let's go!

But true terror...

- isn't when the bullet hits you. - We're almost there!

It's when it takes away someone you love.

Come on! Come on!

Rio, Saline.

Come on!

Okay. Exhale.

That's it.

The Professor was feeling that true terror more than any of us.

His heart held two words that should never be together:

love and death.

And that fucked with his head.

While running through the forest,

he could only think...

"They've killed the love of my life."

But there was Lisbon.

Very much alive.

The two gunshots of her fake execution

were pointed directly at the Professor's mind.

The Professor was drowning in his own grief.

And with him,

we were sinking too.

Pulse is 155 and going up.

Blood pressure, 85/40. It's dropping.

Okay, we need two units of blood and saline.

Nairobi,

stay strong. I'm here with you.

In the tent,

Tamayo felt the same way I did.

Horror from being face to face with death.

A dry mouth with the taste of metal.

Shortness of breath, anxiety, and lots of pain.

But as long as the game was on,

we all had to keep standing.

Blood's at 30 degrees. Ready for transfusion.

It's right here, the bullet.

Behind the seventh rib.

It's in the lower part of the lung.

My love, that's good news.

She can't breathe. It's a pneumothorax.

- Make a puncture. - She's choking.

Tokyo. Surgical kit six.

Okay. I'm going. Surgical kit six.

Her air is between the lungs and chest wall.

Hurry, Helsinki!

- Tokyo! - I got it.

That's it.

You have to get me out of here.

I'd rather be in jail, alive.

I don't wanna die in here.

Tokyo...

Just give me up to the police, please.

Please.

Get me out.

STAGE 3

RESISTANCE

Once Rio's been released, we'll begin phase three of the plan...

resistance.

No one can get out of the Bank of Spain alive.

It's impossible.

But I will get you out of there.

Once we have begun phase three,

the only thing that matters is the gold, and our only goal is...

to melt it.

Because the gold is our only key.

If we don’t get the gold, I can't get you out of there.

The police...

will strike back at us with everything, but no matter what...

whatever happens,

whatever it is they do,

we need to be able to keep... control.

Otherwise, all our lives will be in danger.

Did we kill any police?

I don't know, we sent one up in flames.

When they come back, they'll bring everything they've got,

and we're not in a position

to defend ourselves, Sergio.

And Nairobi needs a surgeon.

We fired an antitank at them. They’re not going to give us a surgeon.

She's got a fucking bullet inside her lung.

We can't do it ourselves. You have to try, Sergio.

We need to get the surgeon in Pakistan.

How much time do I have?

She's dying.

He has climbing equipment, dog deterrent and camouflage clothes.

He could be in the treetops.

Shoot up, and aim at the crowns of the trees.

Raquel, don't let them get you alone. Tell them I surrender.

Raquel!

Get out of there!

Get out of there!

Just get out!

I'm gonna try.

Ssh. Easy now.

Easy.

Easy.

Easy.

Good little bull.

Easy.

Easy.

Easy.

The Professor attacked the police,

but nobody is moving from the Bank of Spain.

The protesters are in a state of shock,

and the big question is: what'll happen with the support from the Dalís?

For the moment, nobody can say,

but we could be witnessing the first big problem

for supporters of the Professor's cause.

It's like a movie. Best thing to happen to us.

Those men out there have second and third-degree burns.

That's normal. Now what we need is another armored van.

Don’t you care about anything?

I'm not sending more men to have their faces disfigured

for the rest of their lives.

They fired two rockets at us, and all of Spain saw it.

I am not starting a war in the center of Madrid.

The war has started!

Tamayo. Tamayo, don't fuck this up. Don't make the worst mistake of your life.

The mistake was you torturing that kid.

If we'd just taken him to court, we wouldn't be here.

We made them stronger and gave them an argument. I'm not doing that again.

You're scared.

You’re just like Prieto...

a Viagra box on the bedside table for your limp erection. Ugh!

And you think that the law will save you. Hm!

The law can't help us now.

I am the law.

And limp erection, my ass!

We need to keep our composure.

I want to de-escalate the situation. Everyone understand?

Dialogue and truce. Truce and dialogue.

Is that clear?

Crystal clear, boss.

Antoñanzas?

Antoñanzas!

Yes, Inspector?

You heard him, no?

That guy is the law. Like John Wayne.

I want a surgical ambulance and a surgeon.

Now!

Let's get out there and make them hand over their wounded.

The Governor took three medical courses in the army.

He's gonna help with the operation.

I didn't finish my studies, and I didn't pursue it as a career,

but I remember some principles.

Great. Put your scrubs on.

I'll get 'em.

So where's the surgeon?

I'm trying to make contact, but they have to allow access.

Bogotá, anesthetic. Nairobi, we're putting you to sleep.

You're not putting me to sleep! Tokyo!

Tokyo...

Tell him it's my life,

and I decide.

Please!

It is your life. That's why we're doing the surgery here, so relax.

Tokyo, please.

Please.

She decides.

That's final.

Helsinki, put her to sleep. That’s a fucking order.

You don't give me orders. You're not my boss.

You let her get the phone.

You're supposed to protect us.

She can make mistakes, but you can't!

Shut your mouth, fat ass, or I'll kill you right now,

you son of a bitch!

You're my little whore, not my mama.

It's her fault she's like that because she chose to be a fucking idiot.

If Nairobi says she's leaving, I'm walking her to the door.

And you, you piece of shit,

you're gonna shut your mouth

because from now on, you're no longer my boss.

- Tokyo, lower the fucking pistol. - Denver...

If Nairobi talks, they'll kill us all. We're doing the operation in here.

What do you know about operations, you idiot?

Nairobi needs a surgeon.

Are you all fucking crazy or what?

I swear on my son...

I won't tell them anything.

That’s what you think, but when they start torturing you, it changes.

Go fuck yourself.

Nairobi's leaving.

I don't think so.